Lord of the Mysteries

This can’t be right… How could Mr. Azik be the first in the so-called line of barons, Baron Lamud? This is a figure who lived fourteen or fifteen hundred years ago! No way, how can I be sure that the person in the portrait is the first Baron Lamud? Klein looked at the oil painting, his mind buzzing in confusion. It was like everyone around him had become monsters or a dream where the entire world was filled with gods.

He looked up and stared at the blond middle-aged man. He extended his hand to grab his revolver from his armpit holster and said in a deep voice, “This is not an antique. If you don’t clarify the situation, I will arrest you and charge you with fraud!”

He didn’t care if prosecution fell under the police department. His only goal was to threaten the man to get information!

At the same time, Klein clicked his left molars twice to activate his Spirit Vision. Then, he looked at his target’s emotional color changes.

The blond man jumped in fright and said in a panicked, muffled voice, “No, I’m not sure if it’s an antique either. No, I heard that it’s an antique, but I don’t know much about such things. I really have no idea. I don’t even know many words, yea—words.”

He eyes darted around anxiously, seemingly about to cry for help.

Just then, he saw Klein adjust his revolver’s cylinder and hammer. He looked as though he was going to shoot a suspect that resisted.

He suddenly stood straight and stopped looking around.

“Where did you get the oil painting?” Klein asked heavily.

The blond man’s lips quivered as he said with a fawning smile, “Officer, this is what my grandfather found in the ancient castle, more than forty years ago. An outer wall and the room on the second floor collapsed, revealing these items, items that people couldn’t find in the past. One of them was the oil painting. No, no, no, not this oil painting. The original oil painting was torn and couldn’t be preserved. So, my grandfather found someone to make a copy of the painting. Mm, the one you saw just now, I didn’t lie to you. An oil painting from forty years ago could really be considered as an antique…”

“Are you sure that this is the portrait of the first Baron Lamud?” Klein stroked the trigger and made sure the man’s gaze didn’t move an inch.

The blond man chuckled and said, “I’m not sure, but I’m guessing so.”

“Reason?” Klein nearly laughed at the man’s shamelessness.

“Because there wasn’t any labels on the oil painting,” the blond man replied seriously for once. “Just like I’m called the Scoundrel Gray, my father is called the Curly-Haired Gray, and only my grandfather was the real Gray.”

Klein exhaled silently and asked, “Where’s your grandfather?”

“In the cemetery, he’s been buried there for almost two decades. Next to him is my father who was buried three years back,” the blond man answered honestly.

After Klein asked a few questions from different angles, he adjusted the cylinder in front of the blond man and put it back into his armpit holster.

He put away his police identification and turned around in his black windbreaker before walking towards the motel with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He walked quietly along the street underneath the dim light that was shining out from the houses that lined both sides of the street.

I wonder if the

be a person

looks almost identical to Mr.

up his position in other universities in Backlund and came to Tingen, perhaps it was driven by

possibility. Such as, the man in the portrait is Mr. Azik and Mr.

felt a jolt. He

and tried to incorporate his knowledge from the world of information overload. According to his earlier guesses,

to some reasons, such as being a

has there

hands with Mr. Azik, I could clearly feel

of the South, he isn’t afraid of the sun. He once competed in a rowing competition with other teachers

another possibility. Mr. Azik’s Sequence potion or some other factors bestowed him with a long life, and the price for it is memory loss! Man, taking into consideration his various dreams, can I presume that he loses his memory as part of a cycle? Every few decades, he forgets his past and gains new life. Then, his dreams are the lives that he has lived before…

the traces of the lives that Mr. Azik lived, traces of him not having a childhood, but starting directly as an

latter guess. However, he temporarily couldn’t

thoughts and considered carefully whether he should inform

was a Beyonder that lived for a thousand years,

it would be hard to say if he will remain kind when I find clues

all this time. To involve the Nighthawks would result in a non-trivial possibility

like I must divine this matter in the world above the gray

decision and returned

yet to return, he seized the opportunity to

Holy Night Powder. Then, he took four steps counterclockwise, went through the

stood tall and silent while the ancient, mottled bronze

took the seat of honor and made a brown goatskin and black fountain

and wrote seriously: “I should

his left sleeve and

pendulum divination resulted in the pendulum spinning counterclockwise,

thought about it and decided

“The result of hiding matters related to Mr.

the statement seven times silently, and leaned backwards to enter a

distant world. He saw that he was struggling while drowning in a

was a hand that extended and pulled him up from the blood sea. The owner of the hand was Azik with

shattered and reorganized. Klein saw that he was in a dark and gloomy emperor’s